#arthur leclerc

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Northur showing up out of nowhere, appreciate it ✨

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Arthur and Charles Leclerc enjoying their holiday

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Different kind of Lestappen podium at Magny Cours today

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private life 𑣲 arthur leclerc smau

ꫂ After Lorenzo and Charles get married, fans begin to judge you and Arthur for never getting married, because you’ve been dating since you were fourteen. But in the end, you two just chose to be private

— Based on the request made by @louisianalady in the comments of this post, thank you sooo much again!!!! Hope you like it <33

— English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there's something grammatically wrong.

— faceclaim: kathryn watts

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🗓️ march 2014

dearyn: Une vie ce n'est pas assez | one life is not enough

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arthurleclerc: Asking you out was the best thing I did

charlesleclerc: welcome to the family

yourbff: I was the cupid!!

🗓️ june 2015

dearyn: first trip with my boyfriend

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arthurleclerc: best weekend ever

charlesleclerc: cuties

pascale.leclerc.355: my favorite daughter

| charlesleclerc: She’s not even your daughter

| dearyn: Keep crying Charles

arthurleclerc: the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life

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georgerussel63: 🙄🙄🙄

| arthurleclerc: Is that because you don’t have a girlfriend?

pierregasly: cuties

yourbff: I miss you guys

giadagianni: charlesleclerc I want to travel too

🗓️ february 2016

dearyn: hii

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arthurleclerc: wow

arthurleclerc: love of my life

arthurleclerc: It’s a crime for you to be so beautiful

| dearyn: I love you baby boy

yourbff: pleaseeeee marry me

🗓️ december 2017

dearyn: newwww yearssss

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arthurleclerc: One more year by your side

| dearyn: I can’t wait for what this year has for us

charlesleclerc: Where is the photo with me?

| dearyn: I’m ugly in the photo, I won’t post it

yourbff: I want more parties like this

🗓️ april 2018

dearyn: first f1 grand prix with my boy!!

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arthurleclerc: you are a goddess

user: So this is Charles’ sister-in-law?

| user2: She has several romantic photos with his brother, so I believe so

charlesleclerc: So good to have you on this very special day

| dearyn: love you chacha

user3: It’s so good to see a beautiful woman dating a handsome man

🗓️ may 2019

arthurleclerc: loml

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user4: They’ve been dating since 2015 and they’re not even engaged yet

| user5: They are nineteen years old, it’s too early to get married

| user6: I would agree if they hadn’t been together since 2015, I mean it’s been four years since they been dating

dearyn: my beautiful beautiful boy!! I love u so so sooooo much

| arthurleclerc: Je t'aime ma vie

lorenzoleclerc: It’s so beautiful to see you together

🗓️ november 2020

dearyn: The only good thing about quarantine is that i can stay with you every day

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charlottesine: I am missing youuuu

| dearyn: urgh i miss u so much Lottie!!! Please facetime today

| yourbff: oh hii?! I miss u both

arthurleclerc: I want to spend every day of my life with you

oscarpiastri: How can you stand a person as annoying as him?

| dearyn: I ask myself that every day

charlesleclerc: Why is Arthur playing dress to impress??

| dearyn: How do you know this game?

🗓️ july 2021

dearyn: summerrrrrrr

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arthurleclerc: my sweet girl

olliebearman: can you introduce me to your friend?

| dearyn: lettiemng hiii girl come here

| lettiemng: oh hi oliver

| olliebearman: hi french girl

time break

🗓️ September 2025

dearyn: What a beautiful wedding!! Congrats Lorenzo e Charlotte <333

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user7: And she and Arthur haven’t married yet

| user8: What bothers you so much? Everyone has their own life

charlottetolottaleclerc: You were so beautiful😭

alexandrasaintmlux: pretty girl

arthurleclerc: No words for your beauty

user9: What if she and Arthur don’t want to get married? Because in the video that Charlotte threw the bouquet, Yn wasn’t even present to try to get it

🗓️ november 2025

dearyn: My girl is getting married😭😭

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alexandramalenaleclerc: I love youuuuuuuu

arthurleclerc: ❤️

charlesleclerc: Where are my congratulations?

| dearyn: Jealous🙄🙄

kikagomes: The most beautiful girls in the world

| dearyn: look at the mirror!!!

user10: The two Leclerc brothers with less time of dating got married and she and Arthur didn’t😂

| user11: I’m sure Arthur is just messing with her

| user12: I live in Monaco and I say he doesn’t want to get married lol. He’s always at parties without her

| user13: Now a man who dates can’t go to parties alone?

user14: He hates her so much

user15: It would be better if he broke up with her

| user16: I agree! It’s already 10 years of dating and he hasn’t proposed yet

🗓️ march 2026

dearyn: what do you mean my husband and I didn’t get married in 2018?

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arthurleclerc: I could marry you again every day

user17: The chair for Arthur’s father😭😭

user18: omg whatttt

user19: So they’ve been married for 8 years??

yourbff: ohhh this day was so magical

user20: So she’s been ‘yn leclerc’ for years and never said anything???

arthurleclerc: The last two years of my life with the best woman that exists and our son, Théo Hervé Leclerc

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dearyn: I would marry you every day, again again and again. Our son was the best gift of our lives!! Je t’aime mon amour

charlesleclerc: my beautiful godson

alexandramalenaleclerc: baby théoooo😍😍

yourbff: baby boyyyyy

user21: DO THEY EVEN HAVE A CHILD???

[liberty-barnes]

my soul is changing (i will love you still)

Arthur Leclerc x Female!Reader

Summary: It's not easy to live when you're expecting tragedy to strike. (Inspired by Fair To You by Vincent Lima )

Warnings: mentions of unspecified disease (although I wrote it with ALS in mind), depression, mentions of death

Word Count: 1050 words

Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes

A/N: i listened to this incredible song called Fair To You by Vincent Lima (specifically the live version) and next thing i knew, this was born. i genuinely have no idea where it came from, it just did. in other news, i finished my bachelor's! graduated with a First Class honour just a few days ago, so i'm now enjoying some well deserved rest. i'm trying to get my sleep schedule under control, and recuperate from spending four months with an average of 3h of sleep a night (would not recommend), while also trying to fight writer's block, but i'll still do my best to get some things out eventually. anyways, i hope you like it <3

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She knew it had to end the day she woke up with an itch under her skin.

The familiar urge to just run. 

She looked at the blue canopy over the bed they chose and saw a white hospital ceiling.

She touched the string bracelet on her wrist and felt a plastic band.

The butterflies in her stomach turned to nausea.

The smell of fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen was nothing like disinfectant, and yet her nose burned just the same.

Their little one story house didn’t feel cosy anymore. It was claustrophobic.

She blinked once, and the bed was behind her.

Twice, and the window was open.

Three times, and she was running.

The pavement felt cold against her bare feet.

The wind was biting against her skin.

She got to the beach in no time, more than familiar with this path.

The water was glacial.

She took a deep breath.

One step.

And another.

The water went past her waist and she inhaled sharply at the bite.

Just a little more…

“(Y/n)!”

Her cheeks were warm from the tears. Her eyes stung.

Just a bit further…

“Chérie, I’m right here, come back.”

His hand on her wrist pulled her away until her back met his front. 

She was soaked to her neck.

The water still lapped at her shoulders.

“Please come back to me.”

“I can’t.”

She really couldn’t.

“Yes you can, just talk to me.”

No.

“Please just tell me what you’re thinking.”

What she was thinking?

She was thinking that the sky had looked identical on that day.

The snowflakes that fell on her hair today mirrored those that had fallen on her beanie.

She was thinking that they had the same DNA.

The same tainted genetics.

She was thinking that they had lived the same childhood.

She was thinking that every day she got closer.

“Eight months, seventeen days—”

—Away from the age he was when he started having symptoms.

“One year, two months, five days—”

—Away from the age he was when he got the diagnosis.

“Three years, eleven months, twenty-two days—”

—Away from the age he was when he died.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t. 

She had to run. Now. While there was still time.

“Mon coeur…”

She had to run while she still could.

“You are not your brother.”

Her sobs mixed with the roar of the waves.

“It was a genetic mutation.”

“And that only accounts for 10% of cases, in a disease that’s already rare.”

She fought against his hold, but he held on tight.

“I can’t go through that, Arthur, I can’t—”

“There’s no reason to think you’ll get—”

“And what if I do, huh? What then?”

She broke free, turning to him with anger written all over her face.

“What are you gonna do then, Arthur?”

“I’ll take care of you.”

He reached his hand to her and she took a step out of his reach.

“You’ll take care of me? Oh really? So you’re okay with getting stuck in an endless guessing game when my speech degrades so much I can’t say a clear word? And you’ll wipe away the drool when I lose control of my muscles? You’ll push me around on a wheelchair when I’m not even able to fucking walk? When I can’t even kiss you or tell you I love you?”

He followed her, uncaring of the cold water.

“If it comes to that, yes. I will. I’ll wipe your drool, I’ll push your wheelchair so you can still see the world, I’ll learn to read your fucking mind if I have you. I will hold you. Through everything. No matter what. In sickness and in health, that’s the deal, and I haven’t changed my mind just because the sickness is a real possibility instead of some vague threat.”

He grabbed her hands, pulling them to his chest.

“You are the love of my life. You’re the first thing I want to see every morning when I open my eyes, and the last before I close them to go to sleep. You light up my life in ways not even the sun itself could compete with. You are the other half of my soul, and I will fight fate itself to keep you by my side. And if I can’t, then I’m gonna enjoy every second I have in your presence even if this has an expiration date. It’s worth it for the privilege of loving you and being loved by you.”

Her shoulders fell as she lost the strength to stay away, and he pulled her to his chest.

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair for you to have to keep pulling me back from the ledge. For you to have to commit to taking care of me like that when—”

“If.”

“...If it happens. When we got married… We didn’t know this was a possibility. You didn’t sign up for this. You didn’t sign for this… This shell of a person.”

He kissed her temple, holding her so tight she was sure his knuckles were white.

“I signed up to love you. That’s it. And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

He pulled back just enough to hold her cheek with one hand, forcing their eyes to meet.

“You may be too deep into this hole to see the truth, but I’m not. I still see you. You’re still right there. I love every part of you. Including the darkness. I am not giving up on you, so you’re not allowed to give up on yourself either.”

She closed her eyes.

“I’m just tired of fighting. I want this to be over.”

“Because you’re fighting a ghost. You’re fighting something that isn’t even real right now. If it happens, then we’ll handle it when the time comes. But it hasn’t happened. There’s nothing to fight other than your own happiness.”

She hiccuped through her next breath.

“I miss him so much.”

It felt like he was holding much more than just her body. It felt like he was holding every shattered piece of her back together. Like he was the thread keeping her from falling to the bottom of the sea.

“I know, baby. I know you do.”

He took a step back.

“I’ve got you.”

She followed.

and that was that! i hope you guys liked it, and again, i will try my best to get some more writing done now that i'm on holiday. don't forget to like/comment/reblog/send me an ask because i'm a sucker for praise and i love chatting with you all.

love, Miah <3

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The Winner Takes It All - Arthur Leclerc

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, vibrator, begging, denied orgasm, swearing, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, praise, suggestive language, soft dom!reader.

Summary: Arthur had just won at Brands Hatch and as you watched him up on the podium, drenched in champagne and the happiest you’d seen him in ages, you had an idea about how to reward him…

A/N: This is basically nearly 2k words of smut because I really wanted to write desperate Arthur. If that’s your thing, then enjoy 💙 (as always, please only consume content you’re comfortable with, if smut isn’t your thing that’s ok I have a bunch of fluffy fics half written lol)

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The minute the door to your shared apartment shut behind you, you were on Arthur, shoving him against the wall and kissing him. He was not expecting it, judging by the way his bag fell from his hand and the soft “ooft” that left his lips. You pulled away smiling.

“What was that for?” he asked, hand subconsciously stroking his bottom lip.

“You won baby! I’m so incredibly proud of you. Do you want your reward?” You winked as you ran your hands up his chest and shoulders to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You did so well, let me make you feel good,” you whispered in his ear as he let out a full body shudder. Grabbing his hand you led him to the bedroom, kissing him again as you began taking his t-shirt off.

“Fuck Arthur,” you groaned kissing his chest, “you’re so fucking hot,” moving to his nipples you grazed them with your teeth before kissing them. You began sucking and biting as the nubs grew harder at your attention. “You looked so good in the car, up on the podium.”

Arthur moaned, his hands coming to grasp your hips desperately. You knew exactly what praise did to him and you intended to show him exactly how well he had done today. Your hand reached up to stroke his hair, the other one grazing his chest. Suddenly you pulled his hair, moving his head to the side as you licked the side of his neck before kissing the wet skin.

“Please,” Arthur murmured. “I need…merde.”

“What do you need, baby? Are you going to be a good boy and let me take care of you?”

Arthur’s answering whimper was all the confirmation you needed. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” you murmured, undoing the button on his jeans and getting him to lay on the bed before taking off your top and skirt too leaving you both in your underwear. You straddled him and went back to lay attention on his nipples, his body writhing under you as your lips moved lower before kissing along the skin above his boxers. Your hands grazed his legs lightly, moving to his hips avoiding where he needed you most.

“Please, mon dieu, please touch me,” he begged, breathlessly. There was already a wet patch growing at the front of his boxers as you finally took him in your hand, stroking his cock through the material as he let out a loud groan. “So sensitive baby, already leaking for me,” you murmured as his hands clenched the bedsheets. “Does it feel good?” Arthur nodded wordlessly as he bit his bottom lip. You loved him like this, so hot and bothered and desperate. It got you so worked up, it was a battle not to give in and just let him fuck you but it would be worth it in the end, for both of you. You continued stroking his cock through his boxers and met his eyes.

“Want to take these off?” He nodded again.

“Words please, baby.”

“Oui…off…please,” he managed to get out, panting in between words. You loved how he switched between French and English when he was turned on, like he’d forgotten how to say half the words that usually came so easy to him.

“Good boy,” you said, removing his boxers as he lifted up his hips to help. You threw them on the floor somewhere behind you as you looked back at his cock. He was already so hard and leaking even more. You could feel the wet patch in your panties growing as you shuffled around to reach into your bedside drawer and remove a vibrator before turning it on. Arthur’s eyes widened as you took his cock back in your hand and lowered the vibrator towards him. You gently rubbed it around his tip as he let out another loud moan, “fuck, that feels…mon dieu, feels so good.” You moved your hand to rest on his hip, fingers stroking the skin gently to ground him as you ran the vibrator up and down his length. A big drop of precum spurted out his slit as he began panting again.

“Tell me when you’re close,baby.”

You ran the vibrator up and down a few more times before turning the speed up. After a while, he was gripping the pillow, eyes scrunched closed, moaning constantly and you knew he was close. You moved the vibrator away, turning it off and squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm.

“Nooooooooooooo,” he wailed desperately. “Please, I was so close.”

“You’re not coming yet, baby. Wanna make you feel good for as long as possible first.” You knew from experience that denying Arthur an orgasm only riled him up more. You didn’t do it too often because it was intense but the resulting orgasm was always worth it for him. You threw the vibrator back in the drawer before leaning in to kiss him. His lips met yours eagerly and you let him take control for a minute as his hands came up to grab your breast and his tongue ran along your bottom lip. He pulled away slightly, “bra off, please? Wanna touch you.”

And honestly who were you to deny your gorgeous boyfriend as you reached around and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor to join the rest of your clothes. His hands immediately found your nipples, stroking gently as his lips met yours again. You gasped and he licked into your mouth as your hips canted against his thigh, searching for friction. Your panties were soaked and you were sure you were leaving a wet patch on his skin but everything felt so good. Eventually you came back to yourself enough to pull away and remember it was all about Arthur and making him feel good. He looked up at you dazed and happy as you slowly moved down his body until your face was above his cock. Licking a long strip down his length, you heard him moan again as his hips bucked.

“Be good baby, keep your hips still, ok?”

“Putain…ok…please…want your mouth,” Arthur begged as he desperately tried to keep still. Adding a hand to his hip to hold him, you grabbed his cock with the other and took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head as he groaned loudly.

“Like that, Arthur? Does it feel good?” you asked, pulling off slightly to speak.

“Yes, so good, please…need more.”

You took him back into your mouth, lowering your head until he reached the back of your throat and swallowed. You always loved sucking his dick but this time was somehow even hotter than usual. The feeling of his weight on your tongue, the taste of him, it was all so perfect. His hand made its way into your hair, not pulling just resting as you continued licking and sucking him, occasionally moving to give his balls some attention too. His cock was an angry red now, throbbing and so so hard, precum dribbling almost constantly from the tip making it glisten. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

“Please,” he whined breathlessly, body writhing on the bed, “I need…I need to come.”

“Fuck baby, so pretty like this. Just a bit longer. You’re doing so well, I’m going to take care of you, ok, give you what you need.”

You looked up to meet Arthur’s gaze and his eyes filled with tears, “shit baby, colour?” you asked worriedly.

“Green, I’m green,” he said hurriedly, “don’t stop, please don’t stop! Want to come, please let me come.”

“Fuck baby, your begging is making me so wet,” you moaned, hips canting against the bed, unable to hide the effect he was having on you.

“How do you want to come, beautiful boy?”

“In you, s’il te plaît, need to be inside you...”

“Fuck, yes, of course.” You ripped off your panties, threw them on the floor and straddled Arthur, lining him up under you. Gently holding his cock, you lowered your hips, both of you moaning as you felt him at your entrance.

“Oh putain…you’re soaked. S’il te plaît. Fuck me…need it,” pleaded Arthur again, panting between words before bitting his lip as you pushed him all the way in. You couldn’t stop your hips moving even if you tried, he felt so good and you were helpless to try to drag this out or slow down.

“You’re doing so well, feel so fucking good inside me. Going to be a good boy and come?”

“Oui, please…wanna be good…wanna come for you,” he whined. His hips were canting off the bed desperately chasing his high, hands clasping your hips so hard you were sure they would leave bruises. You were close but you knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Want you to come inside me, come for me Arthur. Come, now.”

Arthur was powerless to do anything else as he let out an ungodly moan before releasing into you, hips stuttering, face frozen in bliss. His hips slammed back into you again and again as his orgasm continued.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me come. I’m so close…Arthur…please...”

His wet cum hitting your walls had you clenching around him, repeating his name like a mantra as you finally let go.

His hips were still desperately searching for friction as he kept coming and coming. Your hands were grasping his shoulders as his actions prolonged your orgasm, stars filling your vision and lightning flowing through your veins. It was the hardest you’d ever come in your life. You weren’t even aware of collapsing on top of him after your high. A few minutes later you came back to yourself, Arthur still inside you, his arms wrapped around you keeping you close, breathing steady and tickling your ear. You slowly raised your head up enough so you could look your boyfriend in the eyes.

“You ok?” you asked gently. “That was pretty intense.” Arthur regarded you with sleepy eyes, full of love. “It was perfect,” he replied happily. Leaning down you kissed him softly on the lips. “Arthur Leclerc, I love you so much.” Snuggling back into his arms, you heard him mumble that he loved you too. “Let me know when you’re ready to move,” you whispered, but Arthur was already asleep, soft but still inside of you, arms clasping you tightly. And if anyone had asked you, there was no other place you’d rather be right now. Later you’d move, but for now, sleep sounded lovely. The rest of the evening was for aftercare and looking after Arthur. He was your race winner after all.

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Have you done a reading or can you do one with Charles’ dynamic with his mom and his two brothers as well as his sister in law? They seem really closer and I know the loss of someone important, like his father, can either go one of two ways, a strong bond or distance.

Charles and his mom: 5 of pentacles, queen of wands, and knight of cups

-It seems like Charles might be a bit overly dependant on his mom

-Charles seems to be a very sensitive dreamer, who maybe has a tendency to see himself as a victim of his circumstances

-Charles also seems to rely on his mother being his "protector", someone who will always be on his side and rescue him from any hardships that come his way

-Though it seems that Charles may also clash with his mother's more fiery attitude and may at times feel like her lack of sensitivity is a form of emotional abandonment

Charles and Lorenzo: temperance reversed, 5 of cups upright, and knight of wands upright

-This seems to be more of a strained relationship

-One brother wants to move on from any grief or hurt of the past, pushing forwards with relentless energy and drive, not wanting to look back

-The other brother is still feeling stuck in the past, holding on to their grief and disappointment, and stuck in a cycle of regret. This brother most likely feels that the other's quick push forwards is insensitive, or that by pushing forwards they're somehow dismissing any grief that id there

Charles and Arthur: 5 of wands upright, 8 of cups reversed and 4 of swords reversed

-This is clearly a very strained relationship

-These two have seemingly been rivals since childhood, fights always starting easily between the two

-In adulthood however, it seems that the two try to keep their distance and give each other a bit of the silent treatment

-One of them refuses to let go of past hurt or disagreements between them and the other views them as being immature and unable to have a serious conversation

-Overall, this relationship has become really draining, and the two are most likely realizing that they can't keep avoiding each other forever, and that past hurt will eventually need to be addressed

Charles and his sister-in-law Charlotte: the devil reversed, death reversed, and queen of swords upright

-It seems that at some point this was a very toxic relationship but that it has moved past the worst of it

-This relationship however, hasn't progressed past moving on from any past jealousy or manipulation

-The two have been able to let go of any past resentments but are unable to really move forwards

-It seems that with the queen of swords here that there's a chance that Charlotte might be a bit cold and distant towards Charles as a way of asserting her boundaries and keeping the peace between them